In The Rustle

Stir again, in the rustle
as the leaves are gathering underfoot
awaiting the dance.
Step and slide into the wind
as her skirt billows.
Know that her lace
dark against the aubergine
reveals underneath
pale and new, again and again
as the tambourine crackles and shifts.
Whoopa..sing and watch the silhouette
as the feathers take wing.
Remind me again
what a lover feels in a kiss.
For the nape of my desire
needs feel your fire.
In the still, remind me
again of your kiss.

Raine Les 8/13/2009

Yes.

Yes

Yes

Now I want to dance with the sprites!

picturing a scene in a movie with all the colors and swirling and dancing